Exciting face of suffering

If you think that a frightened girl in pain just can’t look sexy, then this scene from Abused Teenagers is one for you! Come see a rude black stud grabbing his young white ho by the hair and unloading on her face after an intense fuck!

# The Awful Day

“I’m going to be late,” Karen kept thinking to herself as she drove
down the freeway to work. “Next exit, then 4 turns and 2 lights,” she
kept saying to herself. She was a little careless as she hurried down
the road. “7:54 — I have to park, then wait for the elevator. I’m
going to be late….” She parked her car in the lot. Because of her
tardiness, she had to park at the far end of the lot. She grabbed her
purse and slammed the car door and nearly ran to the office. Just as
she approached the door, something distracted her and she looked away
for an instant. Wham! She ran right into him. At least he was holding
the door open. Karen dropped her purse in the collision. “Excuse me
ma’am,” he said, “Here, let me help you.” He picked up her purse and
handed it to her. All she could do was stare. He was tall, about 6-2.
His chest was broad, with muscular shoulders and short blonde hair. He
had on a dorky-looking yellow hard-hat. He was wearing a plain,
button-down work shirt and jeans with brown leather work boots. “Uuhh,
I’m sorry. Thanks,” was all she could bring herself to say. Karen was
still in a daze. “Are you OK? You need to slow down a little,” he said
with a look of modest concern. “Uuhh, yeah. I’m fine. I’m sorry for
running into you,” she replied. He held the door open for her. She took
her purse and walked, almost stumbling, toward the elevator. The doors
opened almost immediately. “Whew,” she thought to herself. The image of
him was fixed into her mind. There was something about him. Karen’s
morning was busy and boring as usual. Typing, filing, and paperwork.
Her boss yelled at her for being 2 minutes late again. She promised to
make it up over lunch time, taking only 20 minutes this time. She was
used to it. “Who was he? That man at the lobby… I can’t get him out
of my mind,” Karen kept thinking to herself. She had never seen him
before. Workers were always around her building, either remodeling
suites for new renters or making repairs. Lunch time arrived and Karen
went downstairs to the deli for a small salad as usual. She went
outside to sit in the sun on one of the park benches in front of the
building. No one else was there yet, so she sat sideways, with her legs
up on the bench. She closed her eyes and relaxed for a minute before
eating. His image was still in her mind. He was such a hunk — the
thought of him almost made her horny. She moved her legs down to sit up
straight and eat. “Damn! I did it again!” Karen thought to herself. As
she slid her legs down, a small splinter on the bench snagged the
stocking on her right leg. “Damn. A run. And no spares in my purse.
This is really my lucky day,” she was thinking. She looked around. No
one was around yet. It was still just a little early for most people’s
lunch. “It will only take a second,” she thought as she pulled her
skirt up and unhooked her stockings on each side and pull them down.
Just as she rolled her stockings down, she looked up. There he was
again, watching her. Him. The same man she ran into in the morning. He
was setting some decorative bricks around the sidewalk in front of her
building. “Where did he come from,” she thought. He was staring at her.
She blushed. “Did he see me pull up my skirt?” She looked at him. She
felt a warm blush in her face. He was just looking at her while he
worked. Karen looked down and indexed eating her salad. He looked away
and continued working. He never noticed her again. His image was still
in her mind. Karen went back to work, stopping at the ladies’ room to
remove her garter belt. The afternoon continued just as the morning.
Busy drudgery. She couldn’t wait until 5:00. “Finally,” she thought to
herself as she walked to her car. “Finally, I can go home.” She
unlocked the door and sat in. She threw her purse over to the passenger
seat. She inserted the key and turned it. Nothing. Just a click. “Dead
battery. What a rotten day,” she thought. Tap, tap, tap. Someone was
tapping on her car window. She looked out. All she saw were his jeans,
and the bulge they contained. She instinctively locked the door. Tap,
tap, tap. “What?” She said. He leaned over. It was HIM. HE was tapping
on her car window. “Problem miss? Can I help?” He asked. “Umm, yeah. My
battery seems dead,” Karen said through the closed window. “Roll down
the window a little, ma’am,” he said. “I understand if you are scared
of me.” Karen rolled her window down an inch. “Release the hood latch
under your dashboard,” he ordered. She felt down, around her left knee.
Yes, there. She pulled. The hood popped up two inches. He walked in
front of the car and released and raised the hood. “Yuck. Here’s the
problem,” He said to her. “Your battery connectors are corroded. I can
fix it in about 2 minutes for you.” “Thanks so much,” she said. She was
scared somehow. She didn’t know why. There were other people around. It
was still early and light out. Still… She just sat there. Meanwhile,
he used a wrench and some other tools. It only took a couple of
minutes. “Try it now,” He said, as he stood back, next to her door. The
car indexed immediately. He walked around and closed the hood. “I don’t
know how to thank you,” Karen said to him. “It’s OK, miss. I am happy
this is all it was,” he said to her. “If you drive for at least 20
minutes before turning off then engine, the battery will recharge and
be fine. Good luck.” And she was off. As she drove toward home, Karen’s
mind was in a daze. Who was he? She stopped at the market for some
groceries on the way home. By the time she got home, it was quite dark
out. She walked up the stairs to her apartment and let herself in. She
dropped the groceries on the counter as she entered. She hated entering
her dark apartment, but it was that time of the year…. She turned on
the light and walked into the living room. She turned on all the lights
as she walked to her bedroom. She threw her purse down on her dresser
and pulled out her stockings, one with a run, and her lace garter belt.
She tossed the ruined stocking in the trash. What an awful day. Who was
HE? Karen indexed taking off her clothes, as usual, when she got home.
First, she pulled the silk blouse over her shoulders and hung it up. As
she turned around, she noticed him. The empty apartment across the lot
was now occupied. She never bothered with the curtains much because
that apartment was empty for almost a year, so it was a surprise to her
to look out, standing in the bright light of her room, looking out her
window and into his. It was HIM. HIM — that man. Tall, blonde,
muscular. He still had on those jeans, but his shirt was off. What
shoulders. What a hunk she thought, as she stood there with only her
bra and skirt on. It made her horny. After all, he saw her raise her
skirt, now he sees this. There would be no harm in this. She stood
facing him at the full-length window in her bedroom. They looked into
each other’s eyes. She ran her hands down her sides and over her small
breasts. Her nipples hardened. He was just standing there. Not moving.
Watching. Karen was in a trance. She unzipped her skirt, and pulled it
and the short slip down over her hips. She stood there, with only her
underwear and heels on. Watching. Looking. He was staring at her. She
loved the attention. No harm. She indexed to rub her breasts some more.
She ran her hands down her sides and over her small, round ass. She
moved her hands up, over her breasts, again. This time, down and one
hand into her panties. She was wet. Very wet. No harm. She looked away
for a second, then back. The apartment was dark! He was gone. Where did
he go? He was there staring at her just half a second ago. Karen
quickly closed the curtains. She hung up her skirt and put the slip
over a chair. She slipped off her heels and put them in the closet. She
put on her terricloth robe and went to the kitchen to get some dinner.
Her panties were wet. She was horny. “Not now — I must eat something.
Where did he go?” She thought. She opened the refrigerator. Leftover
chicken and rice. She put it in the microwave oven. What was that? A
knock on the door. Who was that? Her neighbor was out of town. She had
to feed his cat. Another knock. “Ug. Solicitors,” she thought. She
opened the door. It was HIM. HE was at the door. He pushed the door
open and pulled her close to him. He slammed the door behind him.
“Stop. Stop. no. Who are you? What are you doing here? Leave!” She
ordered. Karen was helpless now. He was as strong as he looked. He held
her close to him, almost lifting her to his lips with one arm. “STOP!”
She ordered once again. He just held onto her and began kissing her.
First her lips, then her neck. With the door closed, his other arm was
free. He pulled her robe off. He forced his lips to hers. She shook her
head to the side. “Stop! NO!” Was all she could say. She was getting
scared. He forced her backwards to her bedroom and pushed her down
backwards onto the bed. As he leaned over her, Holding her hands
tightly over her head with just one of his. He pulled his shirt off,
popping all of the buttons. He reached down, unfastened his belt, and
unsnapped his pants with one hand. “No. No — Please.” Karen pleaded.
It was useless. She looked down. He was huge. All she had on were her
bra and panties. Bra and panties she displayed to him at the window. He
reached down and ripped her panties aside. “No. No. Please stop.” He
did it. He forced his huge cock into her. He rammed his hard meat all
the was in. He let out a grunt. Karen went limp. She closed her eyes.
He pulled out his cock and drove it in again, harder. She was so wet;
he slid so easily. “You wanted this, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?” He said
to her, impatiently, while fondling her through her bra with his free
hand. Karen was silent. He was right. She pulled her knees up. He
indexed thrusting harder and deeper. It felt like he was in her
stomach, he was so deep. It hurt, but it felt so good. “Unnh.. Unnh..
Aahh.. Mmmm.” Was all Karen could say. It was enough. He seemed to get
bigger with each thrust. She felt him in her throat. Harder, deeper.
“Ahh.. Uhhh.. Unnh.. Oohh.. Ohhh.. Uhhh.. Unnh..” She was coming. She
couldn’t help it. He was raping her and she wanted it. She wanted more.
He was breathing hard, but otherwise silent. “Ahh.. Ahh.. Ohhh..” Her
legs wrapped around him tightly. He pounded her with his cock. His huge
cock. Harder, faster. “Ohhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh” Karen indexed her
orgasm. It was lasting forever. Her whole body shook. He came inside
her, flooding her with his semen. She felt the wet warmth throughout
her. He was still pounding her. She was almost screaming. It felt so
good. He finally stopped. She put her legs down and opened her eyes. He
was handsome. A real hunk. He raped her. He got up and pulled his pants
up, grabbed his shirt, and quickly left. Karen just laid there. Who was
he? “I’ve been raped. I have to call the police,” she indexed thinking.
“I stripped for him. I lifted my skirt for him. He will go free. What’s
the point? But he took me against my will. Never mind my orgasm.” She
was thinking to herself. She was confused. She called the police.
“About 6-2, 180 pounds. Big, muscular shoulders. Short blonde hair.
Light blue button-down shirt. Blue-jeans. Big, leather work boots. He
lives in that apartment over there — the dark one” She dictated a
description. The officer didn’t ask about her behavior. He didn’t ask
if she enjoyed it. He didn’t ask about the size of his cock. “Is this
all of the evidence?” the officer asked, holding her torn panties.
“Yes.” The police took her to the hospital for an exam. “Did he use a
condom?” the doctor asked. “No. He just forced me down and raped me.”
Karen replied. “Did you take a bath? Or douche? Did you wash at all?”
she was asked. “No. Nothing.” “Did he ejaculate inside you?” “Yes.
Lots.” Karen said, feeling almost humiliated by all the questions.
“Well, we see no evidence of rape. There is no sign of semen anywhere.
We can tell you had something large inside your vagina, but there is no
physical evidence.” The doctor looked at her skeptically. The first
officer, the one who questioned her at home, met her at the hospital.
“That apartment you pointed out – the one across the lot from your
bedroom — it’s empty. No one has lived there for a year.” The officer
explained. “The manager was going to get it remodeled, but no work has
indexed yet. It has been locked up all night. Are you sure that is
where you saw him?” Karen was even more confused. The officer took her
home and walked her up to her apartment. She went in. The lights were
all on. The officer walked in with her. He made sure it was empty. “Are
you OK, Ma’am?” He asked. “Do you need us to call a friend over for
you?” “No. I’m Ok. But I saw him in that apartment.” “If you see him
again, call me right away. Here’s my card. The case number is printed
on it.” The officer left, locking the door behind him. Karen took a
long, hot bath. She soaked for over an hour. “How could this have
happened?” She thought. “What happened? He WAS here.” The doctor was
right. Her pussy only had her own juices. What happened? She got up,
and dried off. As she walked into her bedroom and pulled down the
blankets, she saw something on the floor. “What’s this?” She said to
herself. She bent over. It was a button.